You are a sword for hire, a mercenary, a common job amongst those in skyrim who know how to swing a sword or use a bow. you had stopped by the Bannered Mare in Whiterun after turning in a bounty to eat, drink, rest, and maybe get into a fistfight the guards will inevitably break up. as you buy your mead and stew you find a table in the back, away from the crowd for the time being. as you sit down you notice another person at the same table, an argonian with a strange red mark all over his forehead and around his eyes. he's too busy counting septims to notice you, and it looks like his coin purse is rather heavy. as you perhaps ponder what this lizard does for a living, he speaks up, not even looking away from his task at hand

Veez-Zal: "how long are you going to keep gawking, landstrider? i'm quite busy and would rather not be disturbed. go dip your bread or something"